a year ago today, i held my son in my hands for the very first time. my first child, and to be quite honest, the first newborn baby i'd ever held in all my thirty-two years. now he's one and i'm thirty-three, yet it feels like only days have passed. i know it's horribly cliche' but, it's going by so fast! i was sifting through his pictures while i was working on a project for his birthday party and i started tearing up.
so am i going to get this wishy washy every year? will i be sifting through pictures and videos on the eve of his ninth birthday, crying over performances and missing teeth? will i still weep when he's a fifteen year old who's too cool to kiss me goodbye in public? twenty-two? thirty? is this the start of a teary-eyed tradition?
...he's my baby. i'm pretty sure it is.
happy birthday baby boy. mommy loves you, forever and ever.
(sniffle)
Say happy birthday from me to your beloved son. Its is a very emotional letter for me while I was reading this, perhaps every maama feel for her child this way...
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